It's not long before I'm finally granted my wish. I realise from the offset that my captors have American accents, but I've been in the game long enough to never judge a book by its cover. After all, it could all be false pretence.

I wonder what Harry and the team are doing now. I can't tell you exactly how long I've been gone, but it's not in my nature to disappear. I'm sure they've got Ruth on it. You have to understand that in my position, I can only hope I'm going to get help from the outside. Yes, I know what to do should an opportunity arise, and I was right not to try and escape when I had the chance. I have as much wit and intellect as the next agent, but I'm alone, and female, and my strength is nothing in comparison to five masked men.

I'm now sitting on a damp wooden chair. I'm facing the wall and I can just about make out the positions of the captors through the reflection of the window. There are two men guarding the door, batons in hand, guns in their pockets. I assume they're expecting company, my kind of company. There's another masked man watching the window, a rifle held in perfect position to assassinate anybody who comes within a mile radius of where we are now. There's one man kneeling at my side, waiting to start the psychological interrogation, and the fifth man standing behind me, making sure my hands are firmly tied behind the chair. I'm in no position to escape now.

The kneeling man raises himself slightly, bringing his face closer to mine. I can smell coffee and stale cigarette smoke, and the combination makes me queasy. He laughs hysterically before removing his mask.

"I should have known we'd meet again Rosalind."

TBC